Our wills and fates do so contrary run, That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.

One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed.

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

I must to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face.

And he goes through life, his mouth open, and his mind closed.